lunes, 10 de agosto de 2015


So we lay in the dark
'cause we got nothing to say
just the beating of hearts like
two drums in the grey
I don't know what we're doing
I don't know what we've done
but the fire is coming
so I think we should run

And I won't tell my mother
it's better she don't know
and he won't tell his folks
'cause they're already ghosts
so we'll just keep each other
as safe as we can
until we reach the border
until we make our plan

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